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I’ve lost so many friends
to the demons of addiction
and like a battered wife,
I live for my affliction
I’m now more than dependent,
it started just for fun
I thought the pleasure innocent,
’til the demons finally won.

Each day, I dream of murder
as I tug my cock
a drug-addict with liquor blood,
and fresh-stained are my Doc’s
I fix the problems of the world
at three A.M.
and when I’m out of weed to smoke?
I chew on the stem

I’ve replaced my blood with coffee,
nicotine: my brain
I count the tabs,
past one hundred,
was I ever sane?

I know the world is fucked,
but hey, I’m the pot!
I saw the silver lining
and pulled my noose taught

I fantasize of suicide,
but I am too weak
I sit and writhe,
in agony,
kicking H and tweak

If you ever happen
to stumble on this verse,
please, fucking kill me
I just want to die.

I wrote this a while ago and decided not to post it. Anyways, I believe I missed giving my appreciation when I reached 150 follows, so thank you, and here is some stuff that was buried. I make sure to read all of your stuff, I just rarely say anything because I am pretty apathetic and shy.

I told myself I’d write like Lovecraft,
perhaps Poe, or maybe Wilde
or, perhaps, I’d freeze in Frost,
or be a morose Morrison
but I find that as I read them
I play with my Dickinson
to be like them, I’ve met my Machen,
summoned creatures from the void,
magicians great, how could one mock them?
to be like them, I’m unemployed

I walk through a Field of Thorns
and tell myself, “Fuck poetry”
this shit just feeds my vanity
and breeds my Cardinal Vices

I really don’t know why I do this,
it just breeds my pain
write a line? – fuck that shit
I’d rather gargle piss.

A bit classier than Whiskey For Breakfast

protip: the only reason im not an alcoholic is because that shit is expensive, lol

As in my bed, I laid lamenting,
with wicked thoughts, I was fermenting
that all my life, I’ve lived a lie,
I’ll be forgotten when I die

I hear my thoughts trail to despair,
while I breathe thick cig’rette air
I tap a barrel to catch a buzz
it never helps, but I think it does

The hours melt to drop like rain,
so damn common, by now it’s plain
my welcomed death, I can only feign,
I wish I called my brother “Cain”

As my night turns ear-less venting,
all my woes, at once cementing
sinking deep into my floor,
an endless pit that Hades bore

I second-guess my sight, this surely can’t be trusted
the Sun rising now, my eyes long past crusted
and as the hole would spread, I knew this to be true:
this ever feeding maw, Hell it would drag me through

So this is how it ends, consumed by fear and hate?
gazing down the depths, I saw its spawn sedate
a colossal demon hand sprung out from Satan’s gate,
completely wrapped around me, pulled me to my fate

I’m not certain for how long I fell,
or rather, was pulled, down into Hell
my screams were drowned, my limbs restrained,
descend for days by demons chained

In the dark, my thoughts are real,
but I know I’ve made no cross-roads deal
my life so quickly becomes a joke
through all the horrors that I’d invoke

As I fell, something followed me down
a face in the wall that laughed like a clown,
a sadistic smile that would shift to a frown
extends from the wall, while with fear I drown

Its eyes were black, soulless, and cold
its slack-jaw cracked while its worm tongue rolled
it encircled my legs, pulled back to its teeth
while a nail like a sword rose up from beneath

My screams would shatter glass, as my legs were slow to sever
it slurped them up like noodles, but I swear it took forever
and as my pain consumed, I knew Hell wasn’t done,
maggots from my wounds, my nightmare’s just begun

In my fall eternal, out the face would pour
neck, shoulders, arms (but of arms, this one has four)
but then that hand released me, I crashed into the floor,
a pool of puke and blood, with walls of only gore

“About time with the snack, but I much prefer your screaming,
I’d have to say my favorites, you gift me when you’re dreaming,
I’ll let you rot awhile, while I get back to my scheming.”

The face fell into the adjacent wall, after its fiendish taunting,
long past the echo, they stay in my head, the walls words were ringing and haunting
what could it mean, that it prefers the screams,
that I gift it in my dreams?

My thoughts were interrupted by my maggots ceaseless torrent
my legs turned into stumps, by a golem so abhorrent
my back contorts in pain, my sinful, wicked bane,
these walls won’t contain, I’ll see that beast been slain

I struggle to pull myself, to my bars made out of bone,
with every inch through blood, a gut-curdling groan
and as my screams subside, I hear I’m not alone,
a shadow up the hall, by torchlight, face is shown

“Could it be time for my next feeding?
or, perhaps, you’re fit for breeding?
But, I mean – not with me. Don’t you go misreading.”

Its face! Its face! I’ll never forget that face!
of course it guards this place
its four arms hold no key
there’s no lock, but I’m not free

As the torch trails through the hall,
illuminates the rotting wall
it grins before my cell of bone,
this troll! Have I shrunk, or has he grown?

Oily orange pus bathed his wrinkled skin,
its noxious odor vile, reeked worse than sin
I really, truly, hope that I drank too much gin
its black eyes never blink, pokes my with a pin

“I’m gonna bet, you’ll be entertaining;
soon with your intestine, the wall I will be staining.
But you, I’ll keep alive, to savor you’re complaining.”

Drool drained down while its yellow lips curled,
I ran out of puke, or I would have hurled
it kicked down the gate
walked to me straight

Three hands of slime pull me up from the ground,
he spits acid on my face, my screams his favorite sound
my arms shatter in his grip,
a splash of blood when maggots drip

With his free hand, he skins me alive,
I’m such a fool, to drink before five
I’m not certain if I’ll survive
this horrid Hell, where angels dive